You were tasked with guarding the Sihang Warehouse, and you brought out a Tiger tank?

Zhao Yushu's loud and boisterous voice came out, sounding a bit anxious.

"I'm Lin Feng, what's up?" Lin Feng straightened up and wiped the sweat from his brow.

"Come back quickly, people are coming to the Sihang Warehouse."

Zhao Yushu shouted:

"They were from the Shanghai Women's Salvation Association, two ladies, quite beautiful, carrying many gifts."

Not only that, they also brought reporters, several from major newspapers, and even a foreign reporter who claimed to be from Hansov, named something like Wolfgang, who insisted on seeing the highest-ranking commander here.

"They risked crossing the new garbage bridge (Mud City Bridge) and came from the other side of the concession."

"Women's National Salvation Association? Journalists?"

Lin Feng's pupils contracted slightly.

Information warfare.

He knew all too well that, given his personality and the values ​​he inherited from later generations, he would inevitably clash violently with the corrupt and factional leadership of the White Party sooner or later.

Putting aside other things, let's take that Flying General who repeatedly provoked others and tried to steal credit for himself.

Although the slap earlier was satisfying, it was a private conflict, at most a fight of pride.

But Lin Feng's plans went even further. If this kind of national traitor who betrayed his allies and was afraid of death wasn't completely crushed, why keep him around for the New Year?

But after all, they were students from the first class of the Whampoa Military Academy, the emperor's direct disciples.

If you want to take him down, or even if you want to protect yourself from the deeply entrenched forces within the White Party in the future, your guns alone are not enough.

Although he possesses a system and commands a large army, his current power is still too small. A mere brigade is not enough to make the White Party's high-ranking officials hesitate to act rashly.

If one day his superiors take a dislike to him, they can easily label him as "insubordination" or "colluding with the enemy," which would put him in a very difficult position.

"In the Republic of China, where rule of law outweighed rule of man, in order to protect oneself, one needed not only guns but also a layer of 'invincible armor'."

Lin Feng narrowed his eyes.

"That's reputation, that's public opinion."

"As long as I portray myself as a hero of the War of Resistance, and make my name resound throughout the country and even internationally, then I will be a banner, a statue."

"At that point, anyone who wants to touch me will have to think twice about the consequences. Not only will they have to face the spittle of the entire nation, but they will also have to consider whether it will cause unrest within the military."

This is what is known as the general trend.

The Battle of Sihang Warehouse that followed was important not only because of its military significance, but also because it took place right on the edge of the foreign concessions, right under the noses of the entire world. It was a live show for the world and for the people of the whole country to see.

Those journalists, and the representatives of the Women's Salvation Association, were the best craftsmen to cast his golden statue.

Tell them I'm going back right away.

Lin Feng glanced at the factory, which was already mostly emptied, and clapped his hands with a sense of satisfaction.

"Fall back! Head to Sihang Warehouse!"

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The temporary meeting room on the second floor of the Sihang Warehouse.

This used to be the bank manager's office, but now it's packed with people.

The air was a bit hazy, but that did not dampen the reporters' enthusiasm in the slightest.

Lin Feng and Xie Jinyuan sat side by side behind a long table.

Xie Jinyuan, dressed in military uniform, looked exhausted, but he forced himself to stand up straight and try his best to present the best demeanor.

Lin Feng, on the other hand, appeared much more casual, with oil stains still on his military uniform from moving the machines earlier. However, this only added to his tough and pragmatic demeanor.

"General Lin, I am a reporter from Shen Bao."

A female reporter wearing glasses spoke first, her eyes filled with admiration: "Now that the main force has withdrawn, Zhabei is an isolated island. Are you and your troops confident you can hold this place? How long are you prepared to hold out?"

The flashbulbs kept going off.

Lin Feng smiled slightly, but instead of answering the question directly, he held up three fingers.

"Three days?" the female reporter asked tentatively.

Lin Feng shook his head, his voice steady and powerful:

"Three thousand."

"Three thousand?" Everyone was taken aback.

"My goal is to eliminate at least three thousand Japanese soldiers in this Sihang Warehouse."

Lin Feng made a startling statement: "I want to turn this place into a meat grinder for the invaders, so that their blood will flow into the Suzhou River and dye the Huangpu River red."

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

The female reporter covered her mouth, her eyes filled with disbelief: "Three thousand...that would be a full regiment, wouldn't it? General Lin, you...you're that confident?"

Everyone knows the current situation: the Nationalist army is in retreat and morale is low.

Let alone eliminating three thousand Japanese soldiers, it would be a miracle if they could just hold the position without collapsing.

"It all depends on human effort."

Lin Feng slammed his hand on the table:

"If even we ourselves don't believe we can win, how can we fight this war? I want to tell the whole world that the soldiers of Great Xia are not made of clay!"

"Good! Well said!"

The two representatives of the Women's National Salvation Association were moved to tears and led the applause.

The flash went off again, capturing the spirited major general behind the long table.

Then, the reporters from Daxia surrounded Commander Xie.

Meanwhile, Wolfgang, the Hans journalist who had been quietly observing from the corner, squeezed in front of Lin Feng.

"General Lin, I am Wolfgang from Berlin."

His Onsa language was somewhat broken, but his questions were exceptionally sharp:

"From what I've observed, you've deployed armored vehicles and artillery on the perimeter, rather than choosing to defend the warehouse itself. This tactic of 'expanding defensive depth' is extremely risky in urban warfare; once you're outflanked and divided, your entire force can easily be wiped out. What gives you your confidence?"

Is it confidence in armored forces, or a special anti-infantry tactic?

You're an expert.

Lin Feng glanced at the Hans man and secretly admired him.

However, he did not reveal the specific firepower configuration, since the Japanese would definitely read this report as well.

"Mr. Wolfgang, the essence of urban warfare is not to hold a building to the death, but to use the ruins of the city to drag the enemy into a quagmire of three-dimensional crossfire."

Lin Feng casually mentioned several tactical concepts from later generations:

"For example, we broke through the walls inside the building to construct numerous 'rat holes,' creating reverse firing positions. For example, we used anti-aircraft guns to fire horizontally, blocking the long axis of the street. For example, we prepared a large number of Molotov cocktails and landmines..."

He only explained the general idea, not the specific deployment. But even so, these advanced urban warfare concepts left Wolfgang speechless.

"My God... this is a genius idea."

Wolfgang quickly jotted down notes in his notebook:

"...This young general of the Great Xia Dynasty not only boasted that he would annihilate three thousand enemy soldiers, but also displayed astonishing tactical skills."

In this brutal battle where the casualty ratio between Great Xia and Japan was as high as 5:1 or even 10:1, this general's bold words seemed so unconventional, even arrogant.

But as I looked into his eyes and listened to his profound understanding of urban warfare, I was moved by his confidence.

I believe he can do it! The Japanese are about to face a real battle in Zhabei, at the Sihang Warehouse.